That person is not the one I see in the mirror
Hair wild, shoulders back, hands on hips, so tall
But maybe the picture captures me clearer
None of that exists when I am near her
Somehow she's found a way to make a giant seem small
That person is not the one I see in the mirror
She doesn't like the photo, wishes it would blur
I think it frightens her; I don't want to frighten her at all
But maybe the picture captures me clearer
Every day I look at me in that photo, so unsure
Wondering if that spirit unbound has taken a fall
That person is not the one I see in the mirror
The day I leave her there is a transfer
Of power...I almost want to give her a call
But maybe the picture captures me clearer
I wanted to believe that frozen memory as if it were
A religion or a dream, though now that giant's gone AWOL
That person is not the one I see in the mirror
But maybe the picture captures me clearer
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|Author's Note|
Behold the first installment of this collection! I was experimenting with a villanelle sonnet and had a dang good time putting this puzzle together.
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𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎
PoetryThis is a collection of pieces I have written in my creative writing class for our poetry unit. Feel free to comment and let me know what I'm doing well, and what I can do to improve.
